“Thank you for doing this.”
“Sure, anytime.” I say in a way too strained voice, then quickly regain my composure and add: “I feel like I did pretty well there, didn’t I?” I grin, but it’s forced and it doesn’t meet my eyes. Still, it’s rather dark in the car and Adam is focusing on driving.
“You did.” I hear a soft reply, the words feeling heavy. The whole vibe is a little too heavy now.
The days keep on passing and Adam and I don’t speak another word about the dinner with his family. I’m not going to lie, it hurts a lot. I feel used just as I feel I’ve used his mother and sister. This sucks. The whole stint may technically be a success, but I feel like I’ve experienced one of the biggest failures of my life.
As I am standing in the testing lab, staring blankly at the screen that’s dis
